[Intro: YN Jay]
Ayy, yeah
Alright
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
You gotta call my other, other, other phone just to pull up on me
Ridin' around with a dinner roll, I got too much money
Ayy, this ain't no chicken strip, this a dinner roll
Bad bitch shakin' ass, she on a stripper pole (Ayy)
It's too many bitches in my crib, I can pick the hoes
I don't bust pounds down no more, I just flip the 'bows
Living room wide open, but the kitchen closed
Billion dollars every month off DistroKid, that's my biggest goal
Bitch got the flattest ass in the party, but got the biggest nose
Nigga got a bullshit watch on, got his wrist swole
I done made a hundred thousand dollars off a flip phone
Kidd walked up to me, said, "Wow, how your wrist glow?"
I know an old-school nigga still get bricks gone
The house frame still on the street, but the bricks gone
COVID-19 in your crib, that's a sick home
'Member back then, the dope phone was the rich phone
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Why the fuck you buy them 'bows if you can't get 'em gone?
A bunch of bands in this house, I ain't home alone
A bunch of rats in your circle, you niggas bold
I just bought a big-ass ten milli', it'll send you home
If that pussy got a smell, then somethin' wrong
A nigga tried to fight me one-on-one and he got jumped on
Your bitch brung pussy over to my crib, it got humped on
My lil' cousin down South gettin' Runtz gone
A nigga slide down this block, I'ma let it up
You would think 2Pac in this whip the way we hit him up
The first time you made ten bands, you went and got some buffs
Now you look rich but you broke, you niggas dumb as fuck
She think I'm finna fall in love, I just wanna fuck
Every day a nigga wake up, I'ma run it up
I paid three hundred dollars for this double cup
I made 7K today while you was cuddled up
Ayy, yeah
Alright
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
You gotta call my other, other, other phone just to pull up on me
Ridin' around with a dinner roll, I got too much money
Ayy, this ain't no chicken strip, this a dinner roll
Bad bitch shakin' ass, she on a stripper pole (Ayy)
It's too many bitches in my crib, I can pick the hoes
I don't bust pounds down no more, I just flip the 'bows
Living room wide open, but the kitchen closed
Billion dollars every month off DistroKid, that's my biggest goal
Bitch got the flattest ass in the party, but got the biggest nose
Nigga got a bullshit watch on, got his wrist swole
I done made a hundred thousand dollars off a flip phone
Kidd walked up to me, said, "Wow, how your wrist glow?"
I know an old-school nigga still get bricks gone
The house frame still on the street, but the bricks gone
COVID-19 in your crib, that's a sick home
'Member back then, the dope phone was the rich phone
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Why the fuck you buy them 'bows if you can't get 'em gone?
A bunch of bands in this house, I ain't home alone
A bunch of rats in your circle, you niggas bold
I just bought a big-ass ten milli', it'll send you home
If that pussy got a smell, then somethin' wrong
A nigga tried to fight me one-on-one and he got jumped on
Your bitch brung pussy over to my crib, it got humped on
My lil' cousin down South gettin' Runtz gone
A nigga slide down this block, I'ma let it up
You would think 2Pac in this whip the way we hit him up
The first time you made ten bands, you went and got some buffs
Now you look rich but you broke, you niggas dumb as fuck
She think I'm finna fall in love, I just wanna fuck
Every day a nigga wake up, I'ma run it up
I paid three hundred dollars for this double cup
I made 7K today while you was cuddled up
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